My Gorgeous Aunty novel Chapter 34

"Stinking gigolo, go to hell!"

Madelyn, who had broken the door, pounced on Sebastian with a delicate shout.

"Just kidding, right?"

Sebastian sneered and raised his hand to block Madelyn's right foot with his left elbow.

He hoped Madelyn would calm down and talk nicely. Why did she have to take actions and force him to bully a woman?

At this moment, Madelyn, who was already dying of rage, certainly would not do as he wanted. She was landing on the ground after her right foot was blocked away, twisting her body in a smooth manner, kicking hard again with her left foot flew up toward his head,

This bitch was wearing nine inch high heels, so if she really had to kick Sebastian in the face, she would have to break his face even if he didn't die.

Big dick, pretty face, plus a silver tongue, these were Sebastian's three major tools for picking up girls, and none could be missing.

Now that Madelyn was actually trying to destroy his major tool ranked second, Sebastian was definitely angry.

Since they can't do it by talking properly, they can just take action.

What law said that a man can only hold his head and scream for help when he's being roughed up by a woman, but he can't fight back?

In a silent cold laugh, Sebastian raised his hand again.

This time, instead of using her elbow to block Madelyn's flying kick, he grabbed her ankle and yanked it backwards vigorously.

Once again, it was proven that the level of Madelyn's kung fu only allowed her to be abused if she wanted to get rough with Sebastian.

With a muffled sound, Madelyn, who had lost her balance after her ankle was grabbed, fell heavily onto the sofa.

Without waiting for her next reaction, Sebastian pressed his right shoulder on her left leg that was stretched on the backrest of the sofa, grabbed her right wrist, and lifted high to reverse her violently. This scene was similar to the way Madelyn was pinned in the fighting room that day.

Even if it was much worse, she couldn't move an inch except to assume a very strange pose and lie obediently on the couch.

Yet she could speak, with the growl of a young female panther.

"Bastard, let go of me, let go of me!"

Sebastian would be stupid to let go of her.

Only to flex his fingers to flick a konck at the back of her head, he laughed.

"Director Madelyn, is your ass itching again?"

After hearing his words, Madelyn's delicate body trembled like an overcharged wire and quieted down.

That unforgettable scene proved that Sebastian was a bastard who didn't know how to cherish woman

When he said he was going to whip a pretty girl's ass hard, he really meant it and dared to do it.

No one knew what a horrible experience Madelyn had been subjected to that day in the fighting room.

Not right now.

The door to the office room was still open, and even if no one dared to come and watch, they could hear the sound of his hard slaps and her unbearable screams of agony.

If that happened again, then Madelyn could just die.

"What's the problem that can't be solved by talking nicely and why should we get rough and damage the image of us as civilized people?"

Sebastian let go of her hand and advised in a sincere tone.

"I don't want to mess with that Casper, but it's still easy to mess with you."

"Sebastian."

Madelyn slowly stood up, retracted her left leg that was stretched over the backrest, looked at him, and whimpered.

“Let’t tall and do not resort to violence.

That's right.

Director Madelyn, please go ahead."

In short words, he was able to bring Madelyn back to her senses, and of this Sebastian was proud.

"You are an asshole."

Madelyn, who was staring viciously at Sebastian, uttered the words one by one.

Sebastian, however, did not care and his face was indifferent:

"Director Madelyn, I'm a good-natured one.

But even my good temper has a bottom line."

Madelyn's mouth twitched and she didn't say anything.

She could tell from Sebastian's indifferent look that this guy was really a bit impatient.

She genuinely did not want to lose face, again, in the company.

"Sit down."

Sebastian pointed to the couch next to her and said in a commanding tone.

Madelyn pursed the corners of her mouth hard and sat down.

Sebastian's face then took on a smiling look when he saw her following his order.

"Director Madelyn, I have just one question for you.

Why do you call me an asshole."

“You're an asshole indeed!”

Madelyn was just about to say the words, but she closed her mouth.

She suddenly realized that she didn't have any reason at all to call Sebastian an asshole.

When she was being pestered by Casper just now, Sebastian was just joining the others and enthusiastically watching the show.

She was the one who got someone to act as a shield to get rid of Casper.

At that time, wherever she saw, the behavior of the men who flashed their heads down and dodged away had proved that no one was willing to be her shield to offend Casper.

Since no one else was willing, why should Sebastian be willing?

If Sebastian really wanted to cooperate with her, he would inevitably be reveged by Casper with a strong blow.

She wasn't closedly related to Sebastian, and he didn't owe her anything, so why should he get into trouble just for her sake?

As for Sebastian's despicable act of selling her for 100,000 dollars when he was forced to face Casper, when she calmed down and thought about it, it would be impossible for her to think of the best of both sides in that situation to avoid being hit by Casper and to get a big bargain at the same time if she were Sebastian.

After thinking this over, Madelyn dropped her head in dismay while waving her hands and saying breathlessly.

"Get the hell out of here.

I don't want to see you again."

"I don't want to see you again either."

Sebastian bristled in disbelief, turned around and walked out of the office with quick steps, leaving the door open.

He hadn't taken more than a few steps out when he heard the sound of a water glass being smashed on the floor from inside the office, and Madelyn was cursing angrily.

"Stinky gigolo, you'll be punished by God sooner or later!"

Sebastian didn't take such curses seriously at all, and laughed happily as he was about to go inside Giovanna's office when he thought of something else.

He had money now, and earned it squarely, so he could rent a house.

The house had long been chosen. It was across the corridor from his auntie Giovanna.

Sebastian was completely lost in the wild winks of the agency lady, and he clapped his hands and paid the rent for three months without bargaining.

It was noon by the time they were done.

The agency lady’s quality service made Sebastian very satisfied, and he enthusiastically asked her to treat him to dinner several times...... Without being satisfied, he resentfully paid the money.

The house was very clean, and Sebastian really loved it as his real home. He tried his best to clean it up again, and went to the supermarket outside to purchase daily necessaries.

When he pushed his shopping cart to the checkout, he saw a certain brand of honey was on promotion, and Sebastian casually took a bottle.

He had heard that eating honey regularly would improve his beauty.

Who didn't love a beauty?

It was really not easy to walk with a bunch of stuff in his arms and a big handy bag in his hand.

As he stepped out of the elevator, the handy bag seemed to bump against the door.

Sebastian didn't care, hummed a little song and went home, opened two bottles of beer and a bag of ham, and started his first meal in his own house.

After drinking seven or eight bottles of beer, it was already dark, and Sebastian, who was slightly drunk, lifted his arm and sniffed while thinking it was time to take a shower.

Petty bourgeoisie was sentimental. The bathroom had a large white porcelain bathtub, and two imported subwoofers on the wall with data cables to connect to the cellphone.

Listening to rock and roll while soaking in the bathtub, turning up the volume and letting the rousing melodies lift the roof was just enjoyable.

The elevator doors on the tenth floor opened as the bathroom filled with powerful melodies.

Giovanna, whose face bore a slightly tired look, walked out of the elevator with a small bag.

“Where is that stinking gigolo today?

Could it be that I really scolded him away last night?

Really, that's great.

"

Giovanna, who hadn't forgotten certain man on her walk, had just thought of this when her feet suddenly slipped and her body lost its balance.

She didn't even have time to let out a shriek before she fell to the ground with a bang.

It made her eyes black with pain and she almost passed out on the spot.

Why did she suddenly fall down?

She didn't know how long it took, but Giovanna reached for the ground and was just about to get up when he felt sticky on his hands.

"What is this?

"

Giovanna was startled and shrugged off her hand in a panic.

It was gooey liquid, like glue, with pluck.

She was suddenly a little nauseous while thinking it was something dirty, but the sweetness that touched her nerves in time told her it was honey.

She drinks a spoonful of honey every night at bedtime and it's good for her stomach.

Giovanna's nausea only disappeared after making sure it was honey.

"Who spilled the honey here?

"

It was only then Giovanna noticed that a line of honey had been spilled on the floor from the elevator door to the west door.

She knew no one was living in west side, and when she took Sebastian home that night, she had also heard the guy say that he wanted to rent this side of the house, but she was almost dumbfounded by the fall now, so how could she still think of that?

After slowly climbing up by holding onto the wall, Giovanna walked over and pressed the doorbell hard, her left hand was lightly rubbing her small hip when she sucked in cold air from time to time in pain. She secretly vowed that no matter what someone on the other side of the door made amends to her, she would teach him a good lesson.

She pressed the doorbell of the west room for a long time, but the door never opened.

It should be that after the person saw the murderous-looking Giovanna from the cat's eye, realized that something was wrong and was too scared to open the door.

"Hmph, do you think you can let this matter go just because you don't dare to see me?

Giovanna laughed coldly, was unable to press her anger any longer, so she raised her foot and kicked hard on the door panel.

As it made a loud thud, sharp pain came from her right foot. It turned out that she kicked too hard and hurt herself.

Thank goodness she wasn't wearing sandals today or she would have kicked her toenails off.

“What a bad luck.

"

When the sharp pain made Giovanna's eyes float up in a watery mist leisurely, her anger increased and she slammed the door panel with her small fist.

"Open the door, open the door for me!

"

The door was slammed so hard that almost the entire building trembled, but the door to the west room remained closed.

"Bastard, I can't believe you won't open the door for me.

"

Giovanna was about to go mad, and after slamming the door a few more times, she turned around and limped back to her house with a quick step.

Not long after, she came back out with an additional baseball bat in her hand.

It hurted whether she knocked the door with foot or fist.

It was much better with a stick.

Giovanna didn't believe that her neighbor could cower at home and pretend not to hear her knocking on the door with a baseball bat.

"If you can, don't come out!

"

Giovanna clenched her silver teeth, raised the baseball bat high and smashed it hard against the door.

After smashing the door with a baseball bat, she could see the knock was really much more powerful.

But the door remained closed and no one responded her at all.

"It seems that the house is really empty.

"

Giovanna spat resentfully at the door and went home.

But after a few moments, Giovanna came out again, with an extra sheet of white paper in her hand, taped to the opposite door.

" A good man would take responsibility for his actions, just look directly across the corridor and you can find the man who smashed your door!

"

Giovanna was satisfied and went home after reading the sentence once again in a rhythmic tone.